"Is there anything else you'd like to say?"
Apart from the sharp tip of the dagger, there was no physical contact between Maple Sugar and her, yet Yu Xunge could clearly feel the heavy and oppressive rejection and hatred coming from behind her.
But at this very moment, she asked herself if she had anything else to say.
What does she want to hear? Beg for mercy? Show weakness? Make excuses? Or apologize?
But Yu Xunge couldn't give him any of these things.
The Chaotic Star Sea is a chaotic zone where only winning and losing matter, not right and wrong...
All the living beings she knew were steadfastly pursuing their own ideals, and so was she.
Yu Xunge stopped leaning back to dodge the dagger. Her eyes slid to the corner of her eye as she looked at the red wings at the edge of her vision and said, "It seems that I was the only one who received the blessing from when I was 15."
Even if it happened again, ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times, she would still do the same thing...
She was disappointed, but she didn't regret it.
After saying this, the person on the rack took the initiative to face the dagger.
A fatal blow.
The moment her health points reached zero, the metal ring locking her wrists automatically unlocked, and her body slowly fell forward.
A hand reached out, then withdrew, leaving Zaijiu Xunge to fall, collapsing amidst the flower crowns scattered on the ground, a scene of murder.
The six sides of the prison instantly lit up with azure magic circles, but Maple Syrup just stood there expressionless, looking down at the body of Zaijiu Xunge, which was slowly disappearing into light.
Fu Qingfeng, who had been watching closely, couldn't understand her feelings, but the commotion outside made her shout, "You'd better run!"
With a flick of her fingertips, Maple Syrup burned away the remaining bloodstains on the ground. After doing this, she raised her eyes and glanced at the two figures that appeared outside the cell. Her gaze paused for a moment when it fell on one of the figures, but then she turned into a black shadow and disappeared.
Fu Qingfeng's urgent gaze was also drawn to the figure beside the lighthouse cicada.
She initially didn't take what Zai Jiuyantu said seriously. The difference between the clones was probably like the difference between "cicadas in the mountains" and "cicadas in the starry sea"—another version of herself with a different personality.
But only now did she truly understand what "Zaijiu Yantu" meant, and she even felt that "Zaijiu Yantu" was too simplistic a description.
The moment the figure, with his hands clasped and leaning on the longsword in front of him, turned his head to look at him through the magic circle wall between the two cells, a thought flashed through Fu Qingfeng's mind: This is a being without any warmth.
If she were to describe the difference between "Searching for Songs in the Mountains" and "Searching for Songs in the Starry Sea," she would say that "Searching for Songs in the Mountains" is more like "Disordered Starry Sea." Seeing it would evoke images of chaos, disorder, and destruction, as well as images of dilapidated world docks and a dim moon on the river of time.
On the contrary, "Searching for Songs in the Starry Sea" is more in line with "tranquil mountains".
Stared at by those dark, piercing eyes, Fu Qingfeng instinctively turned his head away to avoid their gaze.
Qunshan Xunge's gaze fell on Lighthouse Xianchan without any emotional fluctuation. The corners of her lips under the mask curved slightly, and she said sarcastically, "I thought you would kill the other me to vent your anger. It seems I overestimated you. You don't dare to lay a hand on her, do you?"
The sharp thorns formed from the flower stamens suddenly appeared in the air, piercing the face of the mountains seeking song. The mountains, like cicadas, used their actions to tell the other whether they dared to do it or not.
The latter did not retreat at all. With a flash of sword light, the long sword that she had just used as a scepter swept across the flower thorn, scattering the flowers. Amidst the rain of flowers, the sword spun lightly and swung towards the cicada-shaped mountain peak.
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